BOXERS OR BRIEFS – Part Two

…But the hardening of his penis tells him otherwise, and Cameron notices this, too. She continues to smile wickedly as she seductively stands up and walks to him, standing only two feet away.

"I'll make a deal with you," Cameron says.

"I don't make deals."

Cameron takes two more steps closer to House. "You might make this one."

"That's very doubtful," he says, trying not to look down to her chest, which he so desperately needs to, but he controls the situation, for now.

"Let me give you a backrub, and if you still want me to leave, I will."

House rolls his eyes and tosses his head up toward the ceiling then looks back down at her. "Oh, please. Is that all?"

"Uh-huh. Let's just say the massages I give help seal the deal, if you know what I mean."

He looks deeply into her eyes, which skirt south to her collarbone, cleavage, tight stomach…

Challenges – House has always loved challenges, the bigger, the better. And this one, well, let's just say it was minor compared to other ones he's had to face.

"Okay, fine. You massage me – if I don't ask you to leave, you stay. And, pray tell, what happens then?" He shouldn't have asked, he knew he shouldn't have; he knew the answer, he just didn't think she'd actually come out and say it.

"You and I have sex."

"And what makes you think…"

Cameron took two more steps closer to him, slowly, teasing him, her hands rising to his waist. She places her hands on his hips, his hand still covering his dick, and rubs her thumb against his skin. House still stares down at her, his eyes wide, anticipating her next move. She runs her flat hands from his waist to his stomach and up to his chest, under his t-shirt.

"This has got to go," she says with a grin.

She lowers her hands from his warm, soft, slightly hairy chest to the bottom of the t-shirt, and slowly raises the shirt up to his shoulders. He raises his hands, without saying a word, and she pulls it up over his head, throwing it on the floor. He suddenly realizes he's left himself exposed, and so has Cameron. She grabs both wrists then slowly steps back, allowing him to follow her back to the bed.

"Lie down on your stomach," she orders him.

House's eyebrows rise out of excitement, nerves, curiosity – he's not sure. He does as he's told and lies down on his stomach, his head resting on a pillow with his arms up at the headboard, his head turned to look at Cameron. His hips were raised a little because of his dick – I mean, he couldn't quite get comfortable with it being as hard as it was; it would cause him too much pain if he did.

"Are you comfortable?"

He doesn't answer right away, for his heart is pounding heavily in his chest. "Yeah."

"Okay." She smiles at him, puts her right knee on the bed and throws her left leg over his upper thigh, her right following on the other side. She hesitates putting her weight on his legs. "Am I hurting your thigh?"

"No, uh-huh."

Cameron takes a deep breath and readies herself for the most erotic massage she has ever given. "Okay, good. Tell me if I do, okay?"

"Okay," he says, his head still turned but he can still see her out of the corner of his eye.

She starts in the small of his back, kneading his skin and muscles with her thumb, slowly moving to different spots to find any tight muscles. There are none. Ever so slowly, she flattens her hands and puts a little pressure with the end of her palm, while adding pressure from her fingertips to his skin.

She moves up to the middle of his back, doing the same and finds a tight muscle right below his right shoulder.

"Oww…oww…hmmmph…ahhhh," he mumbles.

"Must be from using your cane in the wrong hand."

"If I used it with the right hand then the tight muscle would be…owwww…in my left shoulder."

"True."

She raises her hips to put more pressure on his shoulder blades and massaging those muscles. She looks up at his face and finds his eyes are closed, and she knows she has him. Well, not quite yet. She still has a lot of work to do.

When she feels the muscle has loosened up, she moves to his shoulder and neck, grabbing and massaging his muscles harder here because the muscles are much tighter. She purposefully brushes her breasts against his back as she works on the top of his shoulders, and she feels him take in a breath. She smiles. She massages and touches and kneads and works on his shoulders for a while, until she almost thinks he's fallen asleep.

She massages the nape of his neck with her thumbs, and he instantly relaxes some more. She lifts herself up and moves back down to his bum, with has gotten tight and so very tempting to squeeze. But she relents, feeling her own crotch grow wet and her clit starts to hurt from the swelling from excitement.

She straddles his knees and closes her eyes briefly before she puts her hands on his upper thighs, massaging them. She looks up for any reaction, but his eyes are still closed. She works the back of his thighs, one by one, until she gets to his feet and gently massages those.

"Glad to see you aren't ticklish."

"No, that's not where I'm ticklish," he answers breathlessly.

"Oh, really?" She doesn't ask, but keeps that bit of vital information in the back of her mind. "Roll over."

House swallows hard. "What?"

"I said roll over."

"Why?"

"Uh, because I said so?"

"But…but…"

She knows this tactic men have used on her before. She puts her hands on either side of his hips, leans in and kisses the enclave in the small of his back. Her hair drapes down over his ass and back. He shivers, takes in a deep breath and his eyes fly open.

"Why…what did you…do that for?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Uh, no."

"Okay."

She pushes herself up, kissing his back in several spots, again, her hair trailing behind her soft lips left on his back. She lets her breasts rub against the middle of his back again as she moves up to his shoulders. She kisses the nape of his neck, the sides of his neck, his ears, letting her breath escape onto them.

She whispers in his ears, "Okay, I'm done." She sits up and gets off the bed, her hands on her hips, and stares down at him, a smile on her lips. "I'm leaving now." But she doesn't move.

Oh, shit. She really did it now! Oh, my god, I don't think I've ever been this turned on…no, she's getting her clothes, heading for the door. NO!

"Cameron!" he screams, louder than he anticipated. She stops and turns around, the smile still on her face. "Don't go."